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letra de gmfu - glorilla

[intro: glorilla]
yeah, you b-tches got me f-cked up, f-cked up (with they weak ass)
they know they got glorilla f-cked up (f-ck you mean)
ayy, carter (what’s up?)
what’s up with it, b? (hah)
(macaroni made it)
then what?

[chorus: glorilla]
money, head, clothes and bags
heard we got some b-tches mad
took her ho, take your man
if i pop my sh-t, n-gga pop them bands
got me f-cked up, got me f-cked up
and they let us in the party, they done f-cked up
posted like a thug that got a mug like i was stuck up
don’t fear none of you b-tches, better know you gettin’ touched up
thinkin’ that we soft, lil’ b-tch gon’ f-ck around, get roughed up
carbon in the party, got the carbine, that b-tch tucked up
got that loud smoke that’ll make a n-gga hush up
blow it in his face and tell a n-gga ass to puff up
[verse 1: glorilla]
they know they got me f-cked up, please don’t get me pumped up
unless the money talkin’, tell them b-tches shut the f-ck up
ho, we know you soft, so why the f-ck you actin’ tough for?
turn you to a l!ck, he brung him up like when he lucked up
and we on that turnt sh-t, hit the club, we turnt, b-tch
flexin’ ’cause i want, just because i earned it
playin’ with this fire, you gon’ f-ck around, get burnt, b-tch
chopper got a d-ck, don’t f-ck around and let that sperm hit, b-tch
i ain’t never been f-cked with, but i’ll make a n-gga bust quick
i ain’t the b-tch you wanna f-ck with
just come see what’s up with it
yeah, come try your luck, b-tch
f-ck around, get drug
and your n-gga that you trust, b-tch
i got him right here on the f-ck sh-t
i thought he was in love, b-tch
put gorilla glue on him, now he on stuck sh-t, godd-mn
yeah, you b-tches got me f-cked up, you n-ggas got me f-cked up too
don’t come for me, lil’ b-tch, if i didn’t motherf-ckin’ send for you
gang ‘nem get to ridin’ like gorillas in the f-ckin’ zoo
pull up with that action like glorilla in the f-ckin’ coupe

[chorus: glorilla]
money, head, clothes and bags
heard we got some b-tches mad
took her ho, take your man
if i pop my sh-t, n-gga pop them bands
got me f-cked up, got me f-cked up
and they let us in the party, they done f-cked up
posted like a thug that got a mug like i was stuck up
don’t fear none of you b-tches, better know you gettin’ touched up
thinkin’ that we soft, lil’ b-tch gon’ f-ck around, get roughed up
carbon in the party, got the carbine, that b-tch tucked up
got that loud smoke that’ll make a n-gga hush up
blow it in his face and tell a n-gga ass to puff up
[verse 2: k carbon]
got a psa for all you hoes who discuss me
slime never hidin’, so i guess i’m where the opps be
never lackin’ artillery, i’m where the glocks be
choppa gang clean up crew, so, b-tch, i’m where the mops be
you a peon, lil’ b-tch, you don’t want no smoke
don’t like none of you b-tches, so watch your approach
quick to clean up your nose
keep glo on my side and she rockin’ that roll
body bags and toe tags, we’ll do his ass really bad
white chalk and yellow tape, choppa gang gon’ close the case
no evidence, a cold case, scope the scene and play it safe
mask up and don’t show your face, b-tch ever play, she gon’ lay
broke b-tches look p-ssy, they throwin’ some shots and they constantly missing
take off an arm if i feel like she reachin’, ho
see me and you b-tches speakin’, ayy
got glocks for opps (got me f-cked up)
cg hit your block (you get touched up)
this sh-t’ll get messy (ho)
7.62, these lil’ b-tches, they deadly (brrt)
left the scene in a stretcher
he play, so i bless him
shout out to dev, my young n-gga, he reckless
i’m totin’ a carbine, lil’ b-tch, don’t you test me
come get your n-gga the f-ck out my messages
[chorus: glorilla]
money, head, clothes and bags
heard we got some b-tches mad
took her ho, take your man
if i pop my sh-t, n-gga pop them bands
got me f-cked up, got me f-cked up
and they let us in the party, they done f-cked up
posted like a thug that got a mug like i was stuck up
don’t fear none of you b-tches, better know you gettin’ touched up
thinkin’ that we soft, lil’ b-tch gon’ f-ck around, get roughed up
carbon in the party, got the carbine, that b-tch tucked up
got that loud smoke that’ll make a n-gga hush up
blow it in his face and tell a n-gga ass to puff up

[outro: glorilla]
glorilla
y’all know what the f-ck goin’ on
y’all got me f-cked up, for real, though
you b-tches, you n-ggas, all y’all got me f-cked up
f-ck wrong with a n-gga ass?

- glorilla

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